over hill, over dale, we hit the boozy trail

lunch duo

Friend and I had a boozy lunch, if one glass of wine can be called a boozy lunch. Then we set to fixing the ills of the world. If you were sitting at the table next to us, we would have sounded like two grumpy old ladies, as we sorted politics, society’s meanness to others, childrearing, religion, dietary habits… oh, world peace and harmony in general, according to us!

After the caffeine of our  meal’s end coffee wore off, I realised how incredibly tired I felt. No doubt a combination of being nice for too long and righting the world’s wrongs.

I thought of many intelligent and witty comments to write as I drove home, but now that I am here with laptop and fresh tea I can think of none of them.

One thing has resurfaced – how much I love living in the country. To reach our rendezvous at restaurant in nearby village, I merely had to turn left out of our driveway, drive to the end of the road, turn right into the main street, waiting for three car to pass, then a left turn and follow my nose through the countryside to the restaurant, parking right outside the door. 7.4km – less than 10 minutes at a lovely country speed.

Dolce Far Niente.

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7 thoughts on “over hill, over dale, we hit the boozy trail

  1. My experience with country drivers is that they get in trouble in cities because they’re accustomed to the total absence of traffic and therefore cruise at 80 miles per hour in 30-mph zones. Your experience might be different. But, yeah, our best thoughts sometimes get used up in conversation so that they slip away by the time we’re ready to write them down.

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    • Oh yes country drivers can be horrible in the city. We have a joke in Australia that if the driver is wearing a wide brimmed hat and driving a yellow volvo (country driver) – run for the hills! Having been a city person most of my life – city drivers are crazy and too aggressive!

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  2. When I lived in Minnesota—not exactly the country, but life was quite a bit slower than in California—I got used to driving short distances to the supermarket, the kids’ schools, even work. This was especially good since we had terrible weather for driving in Minnesota, and the less time you spent on the road, the better. In California, unfortunately, it’s not unusual to commute a half hour or longer to work and home. Having your own car here is a must, unless you’re lucky enough to live in a city that provides decent public transportation.

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  3. I’m envious of your drive. I’ve taken multiple routes to drive the 4 miles to the YMCA… always takes 20 minutes.

    In other news: While cleaning stuff from the garage I came across my old walking stick (before I went on crutches)… hard wood with a large pewter handle. Made me think of your stick list!!

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